The Valley of the Shadow (Walking The Judaean Desert)

‘Alone’ in the Judaean Desert, Year 29, The Dead Sea, Being Chased by Armed Israeli Soldiers, Tea with a Bedouin and Finding Wadi Qelt…

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”

And so I came to this place… brought here by the hidden powers… that ever moving Breath of Life, like a wind, almost entirely unseen, but whose evidence can always be sensed by the deeper mind of the soul… I heard it, beating all around, whispering through the tips of trees, laughing from the tops of the canyon, bleeding sweet light down onto the floor of a great and wide valleycasting all shadows aside, yet, as a vastitude of memory, holding firm to the footsteps of those many wanderers who came before.

For ages upon ages this place has been called the ‘Valley of Shadows’ and yet, when I came, by no chance, the Light penetrated all places and I felt no shadow at all… only a trembling memory.

November-December 2019…

I have been fortunate enough to spend a couple of months in the Holy Land, living in Jerusalem chiefly, slap-bang in the middle of that legendary Old City. My longest stint in the city happened at the end of last year… one of many stops on a pilgrimage I took around the Eastern Mediterranean. Like all the best journeys… this one was totally unplanned, and started in Venice, Italy. And, like all the very best journeys, this one changed in nature quite significantly as the days marched on… as the Spirit took over.

In all honesty, I took myself off to Italy on a one-way ticket at the end of Spring in pursuit of usual ‘aesthete’ treasures – good food and wine, friendship, laughter, mornings running barefoot across terracotta rooftops, evenings dancing in fountains… usual sort of thing… yet the Great Will, often, has a better idea of what we need or what treasure we are really searching for… a deeper understanding of the yearnings of the heart.

And so, by a string of perfectly-and-accidently-syncronised events, I ended up back in Jerusalem, living in the same quarters, right in the heart of the various interlinking religious districts, after a two-year hiatus… back in the Palace of Earth.

Upon the 1st Century Tomb of Jehoshaphat with the City of David in the background

Jerusalem… my favourite city in the world? Perhaps… although as time goes on I grow less and less fond of cities, even the very old and beautiful ones, favouring more and more the natural world… our sacred heart in Creation, and my sweet refuge, as the energy of our world shifts into greater and greater spiritual disparity…

As usual I don’t do things in the usual way, following rather the pangs of soul, going with whatever moves me ~ and so my latest journeys in the Holy Land will naturally be shared in anything but chronological order. I don’t think real time works in that way anyway. I had already been wandering a while before I came to the Judaean Desert… the first time I came to celebrate a significant day of mine…

Year 29 ! Boom ! How lovely that one felt… I left Jerusalem and jumped on an Israeli bus, hoping I could work out where to get off… I remembered there was a junction somewhere or other which stopped in an expanse of the desert by the sea, untouched by developers or mass tourism… if I could just get off there, I knew I’d find a way to hitch-hike back to the city later, or at the worst sleep under the blanket of stars somewhere… God would decide those details.

You should never really plan too far ahead with these kinds of whims. I hadn’t even thought about whether or not I had come down to the Dead Sea to bathe… or to find something, take photos, enjoy the sun, write, or something else even… those sorts of details don’t matter in the long run, so they shouldn’t matter in the short.

I began walking around, moving deeper into the desert, away from the Dead Sea area where people usually go. I was nowhere… desolate, and alive. That perfect no man’s land where you feel timeless but insignificant; the protagonist in a great tale all of your own. Like a grain of sand… one of billions, trillions, caught just as it falls across the palm of a hand. Suddenly I hear cries and crunching of earth beneath boot. Two armed Israeli soldiers, both female, are running towards me with their arms in the air, one of them barking into a walkie-talkie… Oops! Seems I really was in no-man’s land after all! Or perhaps a mine-field or some disputed area… dear James… well I didn’t panic at least! Really and truly. I quickly stuck my camera in my bag and walked toward them, hands in the air and a big and slow SORRY on my lips. They seemed fine… but keen to tell me I couldn’t go that way. I promised them I’d head down to the Dead Sea and after a few stern looks they seemed placated and let me go on my way.

So there we go… ever been pursued through the desert by armed guards??
And yes, when I say armed… I mean both had massive machine guns hanging around their necks… yep… that happened.

So I walked back down toward the Dead Sea, almost forgetting about the episode instantly, and sat under a tree which seemed to beckon me, feeling the wind, which held a special kind of movement that day, blowing softly and cooly across my face… calm. Peace. A true peace. The one that defies description. There was a freedom there, the very freedom I often pursue… I had made it to the right place, I knew, because somehow the desert around seemed happy I was there, sitting beneath that tree. On my birthday too. And that I had chosen that place to remember and mark this one (it’s become a bit of a tradition of mine, to be somewhere significant to mark each year. It helps me to recall my years and their many lessons…)

Indeed… it was a very beautiful sight… yellow-white sand and rocks, mighty and stark, crowning mellow waters of silver and blue. The pink mountains of Jordan standing proud across the metallic sea. And I wasn’t the only visitor that day…

Sitting happily under my tree, suddenly I see a young lady approaching, coming up from the healing waters below. She stopped, struck up a bit of conversation and before I knew it we were sitting together beneath the tree. I didn’t know her story, nor she mine. “Why are you here?” she asked.

I felt that movement within me, that wrestle between logic and soul. She was obviously Israeli… maybe she was devout Jew for all I knew. It didn’t seem that way, but… my mind was saying, as it often does, “don’t say anything that could offend her, you never know how she might react…” and yet, there was that other voice, as usual, calmer and deeper, saying, “speak from your heart…”

“I am here…” I began, “because this is the Holy Land…” and I looked into her eyes.

Something immediately shifted in the air around us, as if something dropped, was lifted or expanded somehow. I looked around to find some physical explanation for what I had just felt.

“I felt it too,” she said, looking around also, and then back into my eyes. “Something in the air changed around us.”

These things, my friends, will make sense to some and not to others…


A Calling to the Valley of Shadow

I do believe places call you, or, at least, you are brought to a particular place, for very particular reasons, which often are revealed to you long after the event… like most things in life.

It had been some weeks since my last movement in the Judaean Desert. I had just come back from a trip to the north of the country, hitch-hiking to the Sea of Galilee (which I will detail in a later story…). On the way we had briefly passed through the Judaean Wilderness and I heard, again, that whisper in my heart as we passed through a certain area of desert. It’s funny, sometimes when travelling in new places I do a bit of research, create little dream plans of where I’d like to go, make notes and scribbles and even draw pictures, jotting down certain details I need to remember. Other times, I do no research at all and just let the wind blow me around like a seed, into whatever earth or people I am destined to collide with… the rest of the plans write themselves. I think with all things there are seasons: seasons for planning, seasons for watching, seasons for listening and seasons for speaking. Sometimes I begin to speak or share something I am feeling when I get a loud knock on the doorway of my heart ~ “not yet… not yet…” and so I am silenced and meditate again, my prayers once more flowing inwards.

This ‘meeting’ was a bit of a mixture…

Back in Jerusalem, at the Crusader-age dwelling I was living in, I searched google maps for a bit until I found what I thought was the area I had seen on my journey North… the one that kept whispering to me as I passed.

I got on another bus at the central station, one heading roughly in that direction, and tried to explain to the bus driver where it was I wanted to stop. “I don’t stop there” he kept repeating, shooing me away to serve the next person. After a bit of back-and-forthing, debating with various drivers and salesman, I was on a bus and told I could got off some miles down the road from that ‘place’… (still didn’t even know what that place was yet, with its incessant whisperings...)

Next thing the ancient walls of the fabled city are whizzing by once again. We stop after 10 or so minutes and then suddenly a couple of familiar faces get on. Haha! Another ‘coincidence’ … so many in my life these days that honestly if things don’t synchronise in that ‘deep way’ I start to panic now and wonder what God is trying to say… you see, only 10 minutes before I got a message from these two asking for directions to that Dead Sea spot I had been to those weeks before (yes, the one where I was chased). I had messaged them back but they were still confused… next minute they are sat next to me on the bus, just as surprised as I am, as I give them clear directions and put their minds at rest. “Why are you even on this bus?” they asked, still bemused… “I don’t know,” should have been my reply, but instead I think I rambled on for a bit about the Judaean Desert and my debate with all the bus drivers… We made some jokes about how next time they were lost I’d probably just turn up again like a geenie…

three amigos !

Hope they made it! I never saw them again after that…

So next I’m dropped off by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere… I mean literally there was a camel and a guy selling watermelons to… well… nobody… the rest was just a great expanse of desert that looked totally uninhabited, which no-one seemed to have any interest in exploring, at least to my eyes. After walking down the highway a way, I got a lift with a Palestinian who kept calling me ‘crazy’ because I was calmly but defiantly refusing to give him any more money other than the 10 shekels we’d already agreed on (I am admittedly quite stubborn in these situations). He eventually dropped me off by the side of the highway after I saw a road-sign and realised that this was ‘the place’ (I will note at this point that the Palestinian driver did call me crazy a few more times before driving off and leaving me. Hope it made him feel better about the deal).

After only a few minutes walking down a track I was seemingly deep in the desert again, a few farm houses scattered throughout undulating hills of yellowish sandy rock. Still with no idea where I was headed or what I might find, I kept on, imagining all the pilgrims, travellers and tradesmen over the millennia who had walked these lands in pursuit of an oasis, food and shelter from the heat.

Upon seeing some interesting looking ruins I began climbing a hill, when… suddenly I found it ! What I had been looking for ~ that place. I didn’t know its name at this point or its significance. But, truly, deeply, at the summit of the hill, I had found the Judaean Desert of storybooks…

After less than half hour alone, drinking in this striking vista, an old car pulls up and out steps a Bedouin. Naturally I walk over and start up conversation. Immediately he offered me to sit and share tea with him (classic Bedouin custom I’d learnt about before in the Negev) and explained to me a bit about the area. Before long we were travelling together down into the valley below, toward the oasis to take a dip.

Perhaps it’s strange, but afterwards I would learn that Wadi Qelt translates as ‘Valley of Shadow’ and is not only thought to be the setting for King David’s famous 23rd Psalm (see top), but is also the setting for one of Jesus Christ’s most famous parables… the Good Samaritan. Wadi Qelt, a long narrow (at its base) gorge-like valley full of caves, very easy to get lost, where in ancient times bandits would hide and ambush passing travellers and shepherds. It was so named the Valley of Shadow for this reason, but also because, apart from around midday, the base of the valley is always shrouded in shadow due to the steepness of the surrounding ravine.

None of this of course occurred to me thorough-out all this, but just think of the legacy of this place! My mind is still blown… I once wrote “The essence of a pilgrimage is to move, yet, at some point along the way, you realise you do not move at all ~ the pilgrimage moves you.” How true… how true!

At the bottom of the gorge, I met an Orthodox Jew who was convinced I was Jewish. I told him that my Great Grandmother was in fact Jewish, escaping Germany during the War… my family have always said I get my nose and curly hair and ‘darker’ looks from that side of the family (when you consider my other four brothers were born blonde!). I am thankful for her blood. These looks have helped me to blend in to many places, and always whenever I travel people don’t know where I am from… which is a blessing really. Shaking my hand the Orthodox Jew said to me, “Visit the holy places. You will really feel something in this land. Just ask God and He will reveal the truth to you…” I smiled and nodded. There we were, a Palestinian Bedouin, an Orthodox Israeli Jew and an Orthodox Christian all standing in the Valley of the Shadow. The exchange was brief, but, as usual, I think I am the one who took the most from it… could any moment in time be more wonderfully odd?

This is why I am here… I have worked it out by now. It might seem obvious to some but, trust me, God doesn’t always lift the veil until the right moment… I am here for all people. I don’t mean I am something special or great; in fact, as I always say, I am just a novice, a beginner; I choose always to live a simple existence for my time here. I don’t have material wealth or status… yet, somehow or other, I manage to connect with all kinds of people in the world, throughout my journeys. And I take no credit for it! I am brought to these moments in time… all I have to do is follow the whispers of the soul. I walk, and the Spirit makes a pathway.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”

Think about it…

Also, consider this ~ in the aformentioned parable it is not the priest nor the Levite who helps the man attacked by the robbers, it is the Samaritan, whom Jesus says, “be like…” Given the historical and social significance of the promised Jewish Messiah saying “be like the Samaritan” I would say this is a profound bit of scripture. One that is loved by so many, and now, given this chance coming to the setting of said parable, will be forever one that stays close to my heart… unto the ages of ages and memory eternal.

Maybe this bit of Scripture is speaking to you too today ~ whether you are a Jew, Muslim, a Christian, or someone who identifies as non-religious, spiritual, or doesn’t identify with labels at all… one thing is certain, our world could do with a few more Good Samaritans in these times, and the times ahead…

Peace be with you.

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  1. Keep shining that light as you leave foot-prints on the sands of time, James
    Best wishes

    Psalm 23
    “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
    I will fear no evil,
    for you are with me;
    your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.

  2. Wow!! Is my impression when am starting to read your blog, and the Psalm’s verse… Your thoughts are deep!

    Firstly, thank you for following my blog. This leads me to yours and grateful to learn your travel adventures. Appreciate it ‘coz you travel with soul & meaning, as well as in natural paths.

    Like yours, Jerusalem/Israel is my top favorite place to visit too. I’m very thankful I found this post, though haven’t been there yet but you already toured me some places in the Bible. And the best thing is – your alone! I can relate a bit about the feelings of traveling solo. Though, my experiences were not that much extreme as yours! 😄

    And the people you were with, who have different faith! It reminds me in my first solo, where I met travelers with different beliefs but we had fun traveling together! I still believe that there are many good people out there regardless of race, beliefs & status in life. And the way to meet them is to travel. 👣

    I really enjoyed reading this post! It really inspires. Thank you for sharing. 💕 GOD bless!

    1. I am grateful to you too!!
      I am so glad you have experienced this too… I feel we should never change or deny our beliefs to suit or please others. We must, by all means, stay true to our faiths, our traditions. Otherwise they become fragile and useless, blowing frantically in the changing winds… but that shouldn’t stop us from keeping our love for others, for ALL others… as did Jesus. He is my constant inspiration, of course; always the simple and true words of the Christ bear answers to tricky questions of my mind. The story of the Good Samaritan is one that, for me, answers a lot of questions about our times… and the times to come.

      I love you. Thank you for being here with me.
      GOD bless you, dear soul. Jx

      1. Truly, I agree with you. When we are true & honest with our faith to others that’s when we find true people too. Like us, they understand the diversity of beliefs & traditions. It’s great to share our faith as well as to listen from them. It’s a learning process and in that way, we strengthen & keep our faith and them to theirs.

        Still – for me, I accept change and pray if changes happens in my beliefs it will be for the better & growth in Christ.

        Same as you, Jesus Christ is my companion. With Him I am not alone. In His time He travels too and He’s an inspiration. 👣

        The parable of a Good Samaritan is one of the best stories in the Bible, that explains loving thy neighbor (all people). Great it did answer tricky queries of yours. If only all the people are loving & knows the answers – how peaceful the world be. 😊 Love is the truth we’re seeking & GOD is love. ❤️

        But I’m positive (& praying) that there are a lot of people out there who give love to others same as you. (I’m praying for my imperfect self too) I hope that – that love from us will always shine brighter and brighter, in order to illuminate/enlighten the lost, the selfish & the greedy. 🙏🏼

        Keep shining James! All the best in your meaningful journey with Christ. Thank you for your good heart & mind. It’s great to talk to you with my humble opinion. GOD bless you always. 💕

        Love mm

        1. “But I’m positive (& praying) that there are a lot of people out there who give love to others same as you. (I’m praying for my imperfect self too) I hope that – that love from us will always shine brighter and brighter, in order to illuminate/enlighten the lost, the selfish & the greedy. 🙏🏼” ~ I couldn’t echo this more!! So thankful to you… You write deeply and beautifully, and you have decorated my website with such love and devotion to Goodness + Humanity through your words…

          Keep shining yourself, with the light of our Christ, who truly illuminated all who search in faith.
          In deep gratitude for the connection…
          Peace be upon you.

  3. How strange it is this world we now live, that I, a 65 year old man, could sit on a piece of earth in Indianapolis Indiana and share in the 29th Birthday journey of a young man in the deserts of the Holy Land and we could share experience. Your experience is awesome! I so enjoyed. Your pictures awesome too. I have seen your experience well, and enjoyed it. Today, for me, it is 4th of July, a holiday we celebrate here, but the Covid virus has changed everything. My day started as I snacked on simple black bean pancakes and black coffee, I sit in my favorite chair and peer through the French Doors I installed that looks on my small bird sanctuary in this big city. It’s like my personal little place of beauty and nature, small, but private to me. A tiny park in a big city, where birds of all colors have a chance to sing. But strangely enough, the Indy 500 track is like 3 miles from me, and as I enjoyed my very small pond, complete with cat tails and fed by water from my leaky basement sump pump, a man-made roar suddenly invaded. It seems the Brickyard 400 was starting, and until the cars got spread out some, I could actually hear the roar at my house. In the midst of my journey here, with the man-made roar, I was reading your journey in the desert. My mind and heart rejoices in ways I cannot even explain. I know you get lots of comments about your journeys, and rightly so, but I thought you might enjoy just a snapshot of those who follow you. Thanks so much for your return comments you gave me recently. Your site has become my favorite, and I love the way you describe God, Spirit, the moving of the Holy Spirit, God in us…ordering our steps wherever we are…if we will simply tune in and go with the Spirit flow…if we will “flap-less” and “Soar More”. Thank you, brother.

    1. Thank you so much for allowing me into your world for a moment! I couldn’t agree more – and truly I love to get a snapshot of other’s lives, especially those who have been touched somehow by something I have witnessed and shared… ~The stories and images I share have an intimate sort of quality; they of course are written with much care and affection and are close to me… I feel, always, me and my readers become one in the reading. It is a beautiful thing. A large part of my journey has been the sharing part. It is the ‘eye’ of the journey, so to speak… if I am the inner part, the soul, ‘it’ in turn projects the outer part, the body… my body of works. I hope you can understand what I am saying… which I am sure you can. The way you write yourself, it shares such a quality and deeper sense of ‘word’… I am sure your many years have taught you more than I can imagine yet. ..Still I am honoured by your words and the words of so many others. I thought one day that the comments and emails I have received alone would make a beautiful and very inspiring book. They pay tribute to something that is far beyond me and my making, and lean always toward the Maker, to Whom all things belong. We ‘little gods’ merely borrow our light. I try to shine mine upwards.

      So thank you, my brother… for witnessing with me.
      Here is to soaring more !!

  4. James, your writing and your journey are amazing! Thank you for sharing and thanks for stopping by and liking my blog. Best to you on your amazing journey 😊

  5. Hi James

    Many thanks for following my blog (another one), which is much appreciated.
    Best wishes and happy blogging

    Keep shining your light

  6. Thank you for choosing to follow my blog. I hope it speaks to your heart. But another reason I’m thankful is because it brought me to this page. I thoroughly enjoyed traveling through your pictures in the Holy Land. Thank you for sharing.

  7. This is so beautiful, I love the journey. It literally brought tears to my eyes, because i dream of visiting isreal one day. Thank you for sharing, God bless you dear.

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